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There was news of a Birmingham TV station that had a broadcast about one of our people putting up one sign.
Someone is writing me about some “concern” over a BUGS trend or anti-white thread or something.
Other people ask me how I am.
Here is how I am: I have been at this almost daily for over fifteen years.
The message getting out there is my ONLY interest.
If you feel slighted, go away. I have made it clear and you have seen how suicidal it is to coddle TTGHs.
One sign, combined with a call to a TV station before they take it down, has so far gotten us some publicity.
One person bothered to tell me about it.
I am not angry or bitching. I am simply very, very preoccupied.
I am, honestly, old and tired and disabled and simply have no interest in other things besides DOING something about the survival of my race.
The one sign that one BUGSER put up in that one place got a local report and network repeat.
The Birmingham report included a black reporter who said that the public she had asked about the sign agreed with it!
There was an ABC report on it. They just said it was HATE!
The ABC report got about 500 thumbs up to 100 thumbs down.
On that word Hate, if I had some workers, we would have some fun.
They would go to each site and pick someone — let’s call him X — who expressed ANY opinion, on ANY subject. They would simply say, “X, that’s HATE!”
But MY workers would then have the discipline to simply LEAVE.
They might later get a yuck out of going back and seeing what if any reply X made, but they would stay mute.
This wouldn’t be hard intellectual work, like putting in mini-Mantras.
And you wouldn’t have to dodge the bots as you did with Mantra stuff.
But then again, getting bots onto “Hate!” might make it harder for anti-whites to use Hate as an answer to anything they don’t agree with.
And who knows, we might find some guidance in how people who express an opinion on the latest cartoons deal with the word “HATE!” coming out of nowhere at them the way it does at us.
At the first instant, “revolutionary patience” seems like the ultimate oxymoron.
The next instant the Mantra Mind realized, “So THAT is why so few revolutionaries succeed!”
And history couldn’t care less how loud you are shouting.
One commenter said he was tired of waiting for white people to speak out.
After fifty-five years, I might be getting a tad restless myself.
So one of our pros explained to him, with an example, that we have no idea how things will go and when.
The example given was a future in which we choose our genes. If, in THAT future, any mention of race has become dynamite and Hitlerian, our race is doomed.
If we are still fighting for the right of racial survival, we only have to get far enough to allow racial survival to be an issue to save ourselves.
If the AMPW crowd is all that is left at that point, all their arguments about inferiority will mean nothing. They could not contest it if mixed race children were just the proper genes.
The fact is that white people are hated, not because we claim to be superior, but because everybody BELIEVES we are superior. Whites who hate people hate whites.
What in the end stirs up non-whites is the fact that they can never BE white.
We have no idea how and when our time will come. We have no idea whether it will be peaceful or violent.
So we are telling an uncompromising truth, one that doesn’t involve how macho or Intellectual it makes us FEEL.
And I, for one, am here to STAY.
Upon Bob’s insistence, I would like to announce a change in comment policy regarding the daily article.
Starting tomorrow we will enforce a policy of one comment per commenter per article per day. Any following comments or those that are off topic will be deleted, regardless of merit.
Bob and I don’t wish to discourage commenting, but we are doing this to encourage a well written and thought out comment to reduce mental diarrhea.
The swarm will not be affected by this change.
When I was on the Hill Massachusetts had a black senator.
He was a black REPUBLICAN.
He had pale blue eyes and a pale complexion.
When I went to the Hill at Union Station subway, I would walk in the Senate side and go across to the House on the trolley.
At that time, security had been tightened by our standards but couldn’t compare with today’s. A civilian without a Hill ID had to have his appointment checked on. Those of us with IDs had to show them and were subject to a briefcase search.
About six one morning only me and Brookes came in at the same time. Capitol Hill Police must recognize all congressman by face, so he just walked in with a greeting to the cop.
The cop, trying to be nice , said, “If you’re with him, we don’t need to check your briefcase.“
It was six a.m. and I had been working most of the night, but I wasn’t rude. I just said “NO” with an emphasis that took the guards a bit aback and put my briefcase on he guard desk pretty hard.
Good God, NO. I was NOT with a Massachusetts mulatto, but most of all, I was NOT with a LIBERAL Republican.
The policeman grinned.
There is a feeling far worse than being accused of racism. That is when someone smiles and says you have NO racist feelings.
Another reason that old respectable denial is so bad is because it is humiliating.
The person is saying that you could not be called by ANY of his definitions a racist.
It is hard for me to think of a more vicious insult than that, even being accused of working for a New England liberal Republican, and that is very, very far out there.
The charge of racist should be met with the exact words no respectable conservative ever dares to ask: “What is a racist?”
Say, does anybody want some reindeer meat?
I apologize for yesterday’s outburst.
You remember the guy in the Godfather, the one who held the meeting in Cuba and talked about he wished he would be there to see the future. Michael Corleone, “He’s been dying of the same heart condition for thirty years.”
And sure enough, years later the only way to get the old man dead was for Corleone to get him shot.
The point of that fit was worth remembering, though: Someone who comes back at you withh this old “There is no race” crap, which was standard when I got into grammar school, is saying “There is no race so genocide is impossible.”
I am embarrassed about dropping this old man bit on you. Just let me try to get off the self-pity.
By the way, every bit of the version of the “There is no race” doctrine that was absolutely enforced when I entered grammar school has been absolutely, totally discredited.
So don’t let the new nonsense bother you.
One advantage of having an old codger like me around is that I’ve seen this all before.
Fascism — One Man One Vote — with the man specificed.
EG — Liberal Freedom of Speech = Fredom of Speech for Liberals
The announcement of our name was incorrect in the article announcing the East Tennessee meeting.
I guess I was tired when I spoke to Derek, and he had never looked at my blog.
BUGS means Bob’s Underground Graduate Seminar, not Bob’s Undergraduate Seminar.
It is graduate because it is for anyone who has outgrown his college education, whether he had one or not.
It will be interesting to see if anyone else noticed that error.
One critical new concept Derek has added here is alternative sites for meetings. We used to have an annual National Alliance meeting, but the hurricane and the other forces of PC stopped its revival.
Then we agreed to go to the American Renaissance meetings, but then the forces of Freedom of Speech — capitalized — stopped those.
But the East Tennessee meeting has arranged for members there to provide alternative meetings sites if the Freedom of Speech anti-whites scare the management of wherever this meeting was to be held.
Since they are denying us the right to freely assemble, they might be called the Freedom of Assembly crowd, too. A person like an Inquisitor who has no mercy at all says he operates in the name of Mercy, Europeans who ban speech in Europe do so in the name of Freedom of Speech, that is, Real Freedom of Speech should not be ABUSED.
It never hurts to remember that they say that treason to the white race is Loyalty to Humanity. The capital letter is a perfect description of how anti-whites use every word, like Humanity and Diversity, to promote the utter extinction of the real thing.
It looks to me like Obama will be reelected.
As usual, my logic is so simple it will never make a regular column.
Americans have a black president.
Why not reelect him?
There will be no change at all no matter who the Republicans nominate. Without respectable conservatives liberals would have been gone long ago.
There is no alternative. In order to write for National Review or columns with national circulation you must avoid anything that has been Decided.
I capitalize that word Decided because it has legal standing. For example, a lawyer who has defended a person against a charge of Hate Crimes in Europe will be subject to arrest if he does not admit his client was guilty.
It’s humorous that for so many years, Communism, Political Correctness, Marxism were considered new. In the Soviet Union if you lost an ideological argument you were routinely arrested. In the Middle Ages the priest assigned by the Church itself to do the necessary job of arguing against sainthood was required, if sainthood was granted, to do penance in the way only Church professionals knew how to do it.
The only new thing is that in the United States, for the time being, losing an argument is not a capital crime.
Our present system follows this Traditional Values approach. There comes a time when someone who makes his living as a respectable conservative knows that a subject can no longer be broached.
The priest who argued against canonization had to declare that he had been, literally, the Devil’s Advocate. If you know Medieval history conservative groveling about how they stood in the way of Saint Martin Luther the King will be bone chillingly familiar.
When you read about a French college professor actually screaming and crying in court that he did not mean what he said to be a felonious hint that the Six Million Doctrine was not true, you see how people looked when called before the Inquisition.
Some of our team workers put in a sentence saying “Go get em gang!” or another statement in that vein.
They are not trying to look Profound or impress us.
They just want to help.
And they DO!
Nobody can read what is not there.
Look at yourself from the OUTSIDE.
Yes, the enemy depresses us by his repetition. But our enemy also depressed us by the fact that he is EFFECTIVE.
Fifty years ago, some of my fellow activists were upset with me. I don’t remember, but I am sure I was being an ass.
I forget the details, but several high-voltage people who were upset with me went to a leader and wanted him to keep me out of demonstrations.
His reply, not flattering, was something like this:
“Whitaker is a pain in the ass.”
“He bitches, he insults people, he is vicious against those of us who are on his side.”
“And he is THERE.”
“Whenever I need him, Whitaker is THERE.”
“I’ll listen to you when you start being THERE like Bob is.”
Do you have any idea what it means to one of us when we are in the middle of an exchange and one of our guys just bothers to copy and paste in the Mantra?
Lord Nelson is in there fighting it out. You an be damned sure they will be there calling him names.
Then you come along and past in the Mantra.
If you had any idea how wonderful that feels to the fighter in the ring you would give yourself a medal.
I write an article a day, so far. But to keep me going, I look to BUGS SWARM.
I know what it means when you say, simply, “I pasted the Mantra into this site.”
Paste and report.
I just got off the elevator with a mother and her little three-year-old boy.
He was, of course, looking at the only brightly lit things in the elevator, the ones indicating the floor we were each going to.
He had heard us indicate the buttons to push. We were on the lift together for only about a minute. So the conversation I made was to say to him, “You’re going to fifteen and I’m going to eleven.”
The boy doesn’t need to understand what it means, I just included him in the conversation his mother and I had had.
A young child does two things: 1) he gets very used to not understanding what is going on, but 2) He still manages to get a picture of the world from the tens of thousands of things he hears and does not understand.
I do exactly the same thing here.
I just burst into laughter remembering that ten years ago readers of Whitaker online gently corrected me when I took Texas Hold ‘Em for an actual commenter.
I talked learnedly about the Book of Genesis and got “the firmament” wrong.
The little boy will come, in time, to realize that the floors on the elevator mean he is going up to the fifteenth floor, from which every day he looks out on the world from an entirely different perspective from that when he was on the first floor.
It is true that we forget the really awful childhood pains, but we also forget this particular joy. We forget the joy of a developing human brain.
The kid will someday realize the connection between that elevator and the sight he sees on his porch a hundred and forty feet up. He will forget that realization in half a minute. But while he is having it, it is The Latest News, the World Coming Together.
It happens to each child thousands of times. It is a repeated joy everybody forgets, but for that moment it is like the candy bar he has waited all day for. Dessert is delicious and instantly forgotten. It is still a wonderful thing when you have the taste buds of a child.
I will never know when I enter my second childhood because I am still in my first.
Nothing I write has big words, because after my threescore and ten, I am STILL delighting in figuring out how basics connect together.
Mantra Thinking is childish. That is why it is so joyful.
I am getting pretty tired, and the SWARM is where I look for encouragement.
We get thousands of hits on the site, but we are lucky to get fifteen or twenty comments in BUGS SWARM.
Where the hell are the REST of you?
Is it true that only one in several hundred of people who read BUGS bothers to actually get out there and do the job?
While we are watching documentaries no one questions why all that detailed research is taking place.
So the space program is considered a natural development of something called “humankind.”
When I was sitting there on Capitol Hill balancing federal housing programs against space vehicles, the space vehicles were seen as ridiculous.
This is was a real problem, because the actual appropriations for NASA were made by an appropriations subcommittee called HUD-Independent Agencies. The chairman and the ranking member of that subcommittee were an urban liberal Democrat and an urban liberal Republican whose only interest was in HUD.
You could not have searched Capitol Hill and found two congressmen more hostile to sending stuff to the moon.
That was the problem I faced, but like the Mantra, no one was interested when I tried to explain the reality faced by real funding.
Just as every time I try to explain where this stuff comes from and get slapped down by the name of a big name who will make a speech at a convention, any attempt to talk reality about the critical subcommittee was knocked down by a thrilled convention-goer talking about the fact that “General Whatzit Himself is going to deign to address our pro-space rally.”
So when push came to shove, it took Ashbrook alone to hold the Floor for a weekend for a cause having nothing to do with the normal interests of his district in Ohio, to save the program while the Dornans and the beneficiaries of the space program told each other how dedicated they were.
The present situation is not new to me.
I am used to all the shouting and hozannahs and praise going to convention sensations while the conventions serve largely as a distraction from the work that needs doing. In fact it is sometimes hard for me to realize there is merely a change in the words and the goal.
The reason that Ashbrook took on the real work at a crucial time was his own true goals and because of me.
The space program is about to go down for the third time once again.
There is no Ashbrook there, and there is no unique redneck staffer with him.
At this point someone will point out that the space program is going private.
Lots o’ luck, gang.